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Watch it! |
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WAR-NING! |
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Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo! [more chatta talk] [KK] |
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I had to figure out a way to touch 'em |
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Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em |
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Six by nine |
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Pioneers up in my |
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Cutlass So |
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I can bump |
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N.W.A., and my tape - fuck it! |
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Gots to work to add to my little paper |
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Need a boost, so |
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I gots to pull me some capers |
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Circulate the dollar pull a broad |
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I ain't the type to drape her |
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She roll and she real - if not, |
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I got to shake her |
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Or turn her mind to the next page (face) |
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Face fears fuck, drama let's get paid (paid) |
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Business first, then we'll crack a spot so we can play |
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In the cut somewhere with some drink out the way |
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Now KK is the name, no actin just mackin |
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Without runnin some game, together we can stack it |
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Y'all niggaz fuckin with the original raspy |
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Haters talk shit and they split; not knowin that they rolled right past me [chatta Chorus] [DJ Quik] |
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I ain't nervous - |
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I'm lookin for plot for a debt that's overdue |
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Hangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over you |
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We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys |
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Waterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes) |
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Bein a rider is more than sound effects |
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With wires wrapped 'round ya neck, you know the sound that's next! [gagging] |
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With a twist snap you fall |
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We duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and all |
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We love that ' |
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Goodfellas', ' |
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Scarface', all that mafia stuff |
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But a few volumes of ' |
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Faces of Death' get you coppin it tough |
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Look at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for miles |
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Writin checks that they insides couldn't cash! (ewww) |
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Like raw steak, them vital organs they soft |
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Pharoahe Monch and |
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K, like chrome they popped off |
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Chunky to wicked, and me yeah |
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Quik did it |
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The murder, the mayhem, like 40 we |
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Sic'Wid'It! [chatta Chorus] [Pharoahe Monch] |
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What the fuck do we have here? |
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Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear |
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Forget the tiger, |
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I admire the eye of the bull |
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Spit it for the critics and the undesirables |
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Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city |
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I Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like shit ain't shitty |
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Shitty, sell fake |
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Gucci bags on e |
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Bay So advanced when |
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I rhyme that you need time de-lay |
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These three and up company like |
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Jack Tripper |
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To get in |
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Depp like |
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Johnny but not |
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Jack the Ripper |
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Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher will rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastor |
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You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind with disastrous raps hard to find or follow |
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The motto - |
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DJ Quik shit hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto [chatta Chorus] |
